We made a snowwoman one time of Madonna as Evita. With the arms up in the don't-cry-for-me position. Really hard to do, and when it melted, it went through some very funny positions. I have photos of the original and all the melting stages. Very funny. Would have to scan them to put them up.

I love the prairie - there is a great mini prairie with history and diagrams at one of the rest centers on 90-94. I stopped there this summer on the way home from Minocqua and we stayed an hour just to read everything. You can take the girl off the prairie, but you can't take the prairie out of the girl...

Do you mean doe and fawn? You do realize that the species is in no way endangered, right?

from Wikipedia:

Automobile collisions with deer can impose a significant cost on the economy. In the U.S., about 1.5 million deer-vehicle collisions occur each year, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration. Those accidents cause about 150 deaths and $1.1 billion in property damage annually

People and dogs and cats aren't endangered species either. I saw them as individuals not as members of a species. I don't mean that in a wimpy liberal kind of way.

from Wikipedia: Automobile collisions with deer can impose a significant cost on the economy. In the U.S., about 1.5 million deer-vehicle collisions occur each year, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration. Those accidents cause about 150 deaths and $1.1 billion in property damage annually.

150 human deaths.

I still felt bad for the deer, especially the younger less decomposed one.

They're almost like pets to me without the hassle. I see them in that area of the trail 12 miles from home all the time.

Lot's of road kill in rural/semi-suburban America.Where I live it's possums and raccoons. The sight of the dead dear is very sad. Why don't I feel that way when I see racoon and possum carcasses scattered throughout my suburban gulag?

Deb, three weeks ago when we left the vet, crying because we'd had our 17.5-year-old cat put down, we passed a raccoon that had been run over in the drive. That was seriously a moment of cognitive dissonance - why were we crying over one animal's death and utterly indifferent to another one?

The essence of prairie is not what is before your feet, but rather the horizon. The trees in the distance trammel the view in a way that is the very antithesis of prairie.

Overblown prose, but there you go.

As an aside, after living in Wyoming for some years, I felt something akin to claustrophobia when I drove to Wichita, KS one summer. The windbreaks on the far sides of the fields felt like walls closing in.